A month, maybe two months ago, we cut out sugar from Sadie's diet.
The decision started with a Shabbat morning filled with candy. First Sadie enjoyed a portion of Pez candy and then she enjoyed a candy bracelet given to her at synagogue. And then she enjoyed a four hour temper tantrum during a Shabbat lunch with guests in our home. Logan and I looked at each other desperately and decided to pull the plug on sugar.
We told Sadie she was allergic to sugar. She now knows not to eat any sugar of any kind. Yesterday at school she was given a bag of candy as a celebration for finishing a year of preschool. She didn't touch the candy. I went to the shuk and bought a bag of figs and a bag of lychees. Sadie happily enjoyed the fruit while we happily threw the junk in the trash.
Life without sugar in our house is much improved. We make our own fruit popsicles. We enjoy mounds of fruit as snacks. And we're a happier household. It's amazing to see the transformation in Sadie.
Our trip is ending soon. I haven't posted a blog in a long time, not because I haven't written any, but because I have been feeling very lost in the world of Orthodox Judaism. I have been cautious and not posting several blogs in fear of offending anyone.
I started my journey here with an aversion to covering my hair. I slowly transitioned from wearing a hat to wrapping my hair with beautiful scarves every day. Around a month ago I felt a strong need to remove my hair covering and feel the wind in my hair. I wanted to look in the mirror and see my hair wrapped around my face. I didn't want to feel compelled to cover my hair. One evening when leaving the gym I felt mischievous and removed my hair covering. I felt alive. I felt free. I decided to continue covering my hair but was open to uncovering it when it felt necessary.
The past several weeks have seen an unraveling of my devotion to covering my hair. I have gone out with my friends and with my husband without a head covering or only a thin shiny headband adoring my hair. And I feel fine. I don't feel like my hair is drawing unnecessary sexual attention.
I am also tired of covering all of my body. Right now it's so hot in Jerusalem and I'm in layers and I smell like a goat. There is not enough deodorant in the world to mask the stink of a hot sweaty mess. I miss my leggings and mini-skirt combo with cotton t-shirt. I longingly look at women in sundresses with their shoulders and arms exposed.
My understanding is women are strongly encouraged to cover their elbows and their knees and their chests to keep men from having inappropriate sexual thoughts. I don't buy it. I look around and I see plenty of men looking at women in sexual ways - women who are fully covered and women who are not. Yesterday on the train I saw a man in black and white (which represents very Orthodox) staring at a 14 year old girl who was fully covered. His eyes roamed all over her body repeatedly. I almost yelled at him across the train to "guard his eyes," because he was so lewd and inappropriate. I have also seen plenty of men in black and white not look at women at all. I'm not calling religious men hypocrites, but I have to disagree that the key to preventing men from having sexual thoughts is forcing women to cover up their entire bodies. If this was true, then women in Arab countries who wore burqas would prevent themselves from being raped or sexually harassed SOURCE .
Men's inability to control their sexuality is their problem. I'm tired of blaming women. I'm tired of learning it's the woman's responsibility to prevent men from behaving inappropriately. A woman who is wearing provocative clothing does not deserve to be raped; a man who rapes a woman is a rapist, that's it. On the other hand, I am bothered by advertisements which primarily rely on the sexuality of women to sell goods. A woman is sexy in barely anything and a man is sexy in a suit. There's a double standard here. Either both should barely wear anything or both should be covered up. Interestingly in Orthodox Judaism both sexes are encouraged to cover up - skin that should not be seen is understood to be impure for both sexes. Our bodies, for both sexes, need to be private in public and saved for our spouses. I respect this concept; however, I have tried and failed to embrace it for my own life. I don't want to only wear skirts and long sleeve tops the rest of my life. I want to wear jeans, I want to tank tops and I want to wear whatever I want without having to apologize or feel stigmatized by my community.
So this has been going back and forth in my mind for the past month. I see the merit in wearing more clothes and I also see the merit in giving less weight of importance on the clothes women wear.
Last week I prayed at one of the holiest places a Jew, or anyone, can pray. I prayed underneath the Muslim Quarter at the closest spot a Jew can pray to the Holy of Holies which is currently housed in the Dome of the Rock. Jews are forbidden by the Muslims and the Orthodox Jewish leaders to enter the building. However, we can pray at the closest point by a small wall adjacent to where we believe God's presence dwells. The Western Wall is actually one of the four walls that are part of the Temple Mount. It has become a sacred spot of Judaism but the holiest part is the Holy of Holies area. If you ever have a chance, take a moment and say hello. It's a righteous spot. I sat by the wall and placed my face against the cool stone and I cried out with all my heart to God. I asked for clarity about covering my hair and my body. I asked for help to understand what did it mean to be a religious Jew. I felt like I got the answers I needed. I walked away feeling comfortable that my relationship with God did not hinge on covering my hair or covering my body. I cried tears that cleaned my soul of the agony I suffered trying to be true to myself and also become someone I thought was "more holy" or living life the "right" way.
I have stepped away from thinking of Orthodox Jews as people who live the right way and a path to work towards attaining. I prefer to be satisfied with where I am instead. I cannot continue to live as myself while secretly thinking someone else is living life better than me. I think there are many paths to a relationship with God. I know I am not done with covering my hair, I bought some beautiful scarves I would wear with pleasure. Perhaps in six months, a year, or twenty years I will decide that covering my hair and my body is the path to God. However, at this point in my life, after many months of trying to live this lifestyle, I am clear that I cannot maintain this way of life. It does not feel true for me right now.
“Hashem (G-d) is close to all who call out to Him, to all who call upon Him in truth” (Psalms 145:18).
It does not say Hashem is close to all those who are righteous. It does not say to all those who are pious. It does not say to all those who are holy.
But to all those who call out. Anyone who calls out to Hashem, Hashem will immediately come near, so to speak. The only criterion is that we must call out to Him in truth. The insignia of Hashem is truth. Hashem loves truth, and knows the truth so there is nothing to hide anyhow. Therefore, speak to Hashem in truth. Speak to Him sincerely and from the depth of your heart, and then Hashem will be very close to you. And when Hashem is close, your prayers and supplications will be willingly accepted (if they are for your best, of course). - Rabbi Yosef Mizrachi
I'm a little behind, okay, several months behind on this blog. My in-laws came to visit us and Israel in the middle of March. Their visit was perfect and helped us settle nicely into our new life in the holy land. I want to post some pictures of the different places we visited.
Old Jaffa in Tel Aviv
Bahai Gardens In Haifa
The Bahai Gardens in Haifa are spectacular. Visitors are only allowed in a small part of the garden but the view from the entrance is amazing.
Wonderful Magical Tsfat
Delicious Chocolate Factory Tour
Former Military Outpost Looking Out Into Syria
Dead Sea Visit & Buffet
The Old City
The Israel Museum - a genuine must see when visiting Israel
I unfortunately did not take many pictures at the museum. The Dead Sea Scrolls are wonderful. The modern art exhibit is great. My favorite is the exhibit on Jewish clothes and Jewish artifacts. The model of the old city is pretty amazing and fortunately I do have photos of it.
We finished the day with a visit to the shuk. We gorged on delicious treats and waddled home to buy food for shabboes. Friday night we enjoyed an over the top meal at the Inbal. I have never been to a Kosher hotel for shabboes. It was amazing to see many tables set up with wine and challah for each family to perform their shabboes tradition. By the strangest of coincidences, a childhood friend of mine was staying at the hotel. We met him during the dinner and spent many hours talking about Judaism and our lives. We have not seen each other in almost 10 years. It was wonderful catching up.
Saturday day we hosted the family and some cousins at our place and then walked around Jerusalem. My heart was heavy knowing they were leaving in the evening and we were not going to see them in person for a long time.
It was truly a wonderful trip and I am grateful we had the opportunity to spend a week in Israel together.
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